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Mar. 24th, 2007 02:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldenmeanOk, I am going to try a bold experiment here and post mainly fluff. It's been commented that my journal has been more than a little bereft of updates recently, which is certainly true, but it's not for lack of me writing them. I've written several, and then decided that there were already enough elegiac paeans to misery on the internet, and I wasn't really looking to be in the market for a dripping blood banner, and so deleted them forthwith. So, I'm just going to skip how I feel most of the time, and try to concentrate on things that don't suck.
I just got back from Compulsion (thank you Melanie for the ride home allowing me to stay for the whole thing), which was fun, though seemed to be plagued by the most fractious DJ set up I've seen since the good/bad/at the very least amusing old days when we were running Shrine off of two Discmen hooked up to a crossfader. I've got to say, one thing that has been pretty universally nice recently is poking my head out at clubs again, seeing old familiar faces more, and meeting new ones. Just the faces though... Oh, ok, you can include the torsos too, but that's my final offer. Yep, limbless clubbing is where it's at. And yes, I am fairly sleep deprived, why do you ask? How would you club someone if you were bereft of limbs, anyway? Clearly the only proper way to do it would be to wield your own severed arm holding a club between your teeth. And then maybe an elaborate pulley system to provide enough momentum for a proper whacking. My vast experience of Weeble ways from my toddler days is pretty clear that the only way they're going to damage anything is if something else is providing the energy. Also, when the hell did they give Weebles arms? I'm not ok with this. Is nothing in my childhood sacred?
Aaaanyway, before clubbing, I went book shopping, ostensibly to buy the next book for our book club (Yes, I am in a book club. Yes, it makes me feel mildly like a female retiree, for no real good reason other than that's how book clubs always seem to be portrayed in media (Seriously, page through this google image search if you doubt me)), but I was easily distracted by the depths of Sequel-land! Ink is the one I am most excited about. It's the sequel to Vellum, which came out last year, and I thought was pretty spectacularly brilliant, though nobody on Amazon seems to agree (though the book itself is pretty much dripping with positive reviews). Has anyone out there on my friends list read it? Seth? James? I've been wanting to talk about it with someone since I finished it, but I've been pretty lax about pushing it on people, which I will correct now. You should read it. At least if you can deal with a book you need to actively work at, and not expect to grok it properly the first time through. I mean, it's not Dhalgren, but it's way closer to that than a Star Wars novelization. It's got metatext, Metatron, Babylonian mythology, nanotechnology, what more do you really want? Personally I want it to not have a character named Phreedom Messenger, but sadly it has that as well, but is good despite it (And if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have thought that was possible. Man, that's a horrible name).
Also in sequel land is the next book in the new Tad Williams ?ology. I expect it'll probably have 4 books total like Otherland (and like any sane person views Memory, Sorrow and Thorn), but I don't have any solid information to base that on. Anyway, at the very least 2. Also, Daywatch (Sequel to Nightwatch) is out. Well, that's been out for a while, but as an added bonus, it's now in a language I can read. Also, I, uhhh, got the second omnibus collection of Robert Asprin's Myth series. I know, I know. My only excuse is that the other books I bought were just too cool, and I feared for the structural stability of my bag to withstand it. Also, they're one of those things from my childhood that I somehow still get that warm being a kid fuzzy feeling when I reread, instead of my more traditional "What in the name of all that is holy was I thinking?"
Oh, and for the Robots and other people known to partake in Boardgame geekery on occasion. I propose that as a possible alternative to some nice and beautiful and elegant German board game the next time we get together, we instead get ridiculously trashed, watch a load of Z-grade scifi and play Venus Needs Men. I will warn you ahead of time that it will require approximately an elephant full of liquor to get me in a state where I don't break down into tears upon looking at the rule pamphlet (randomness, all theme, no mechanics. It burns. How it burns).
And now I sleep. Hopefully.
I just got back from Compulsion (thank you Melanie for the ride home allowing me to stay for the whole thing), which was fun, though seemed to be plagued by the most fractious DJ set up I've seen since the good/bad/at the very least amusing old days when we were running Shrine off of two Discmen hooked up to a crossfader. I've got to say, one thing that has been pretty universally nice recently is poking my head out at clubs again, seeing old familiar faces more, and meeting new ones. Just the faces though... Oh, ok, you can include the torsos too, but that's my final offer. Yep, limbless clubbing is where it's at. And yes, I am fairly sleep deprived, why do you ask? How would you club someone if you were bereft of limbs, anyway? Clearly the only proper way to do it would be to wield your own severed arm holding a club between your teeth. And then maybe an elaborate pulley system to provide enough momentum for a proper whacking. My vast experience of Weeble ways from my toddler days is pretty clear that the only way they're going to damage anything is if something else is providing the energy. Also, when the hell did they give Weebles arms? I'm not ok with this. Is nothing in my childhood sacred?
Aaaanyway, before clubbing, I went book shopping, ostensibly to buy the next book for our book club (Yes, I am in a book club. Yes, it makes me feel mildly like a female retiree, for no real good reason other than that's how book clubs always seem to be portrayed in media (Seriously, page through this google image search if you doubt me)), but I was easily distracted by the depths of Sequel-land! Ink is the one I am most excited about. It's the sequel to Vellum, which came out last year, and I thought was pretty spectacularly brilliant, though nobody on Amazon seems to agree (though the book itself is pretty much dripping with positive reviews). Has anyone out there on my friends list read it? Seth? James? I've been wanting to talk about it with someone since I finished it, but I've been pretty lax about pushing it on people, which I will correct now. You should read it. At least if you can deal with a book you need to actively work at, and not expect to grok it properly the first time through. I mean, it's not Dhalgren, but it's way closer to that than a Star Wars novelization. It's got metatext, Metatron, Babylonian mythology, nanotechnology, what more do you really want? Personally I want it to not have a character named Phreedom Messenger, but sadly it has that as well, but is good despite it (And if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have thought that was possible. Man, that's a horrible name).
Also in sequel land is the next book in the new Tad Williams ?ology. I expect it'll probably have 4 books total like Otherland (and like any sane person views Memory, Sorrow and Thorn), but I don't have any solid information to base that on. Anyway, at the very least 2. Also, Daywatch (Sequel to Nightwatch) is out. Well, that's been out for a while, but as an added bonus, it's now in a language I can read. Also, I, uhhh, got the second omnibus collection of Robert Asprin's Myth series. I know, I know. My only excuse is that the other books I bought were just too cool, and I feared for the structural stability of my bag to withstand it. Also, they're one of those things from my childhood that I somehow still get that warm being a kid fuzzy feeling when I reread, instead of my more traditional "What in the name of all that is holy was I thinking?"
Oh, and for the Robots and other people known to partake in Boardgame geekery on occasion. I propose that as a possible alternative to some nice and beautiful and elegant German board game the next time we get together, we instead get ridiculously trashed, watch a load of Z-grade scifi and play Venus Needs Men. I will warn you ahead of time that it will require approximately an elephant full of liquor to get me in a state where I don't break down into tears upon looking at the rule pamphlet (randomness, all theme, no mechanics. It burns. How it burns).
And now I sleep. Hopefully.
